"There was a time in our lives when we were so close that nothing seemed to obstruct our friendship and brotherhood, and only a small footbridge seperated us Just as you were about to step on it, I asked you:"Do you want to cross the footbridge to me?"--immediately, you did not want to any more; and when I asked you again, you remained silent. Since then mountains and torrential rivers and whatever separates and alienates have been cast between us, and even if we wanted to get together, we couldn't. But when you now think of that little footbridge, words fail you and you sob and marvel."
Just nod if you can hear me.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007

I'm exhausted. I'm ridiculous. I'm having trouble understanding that you have to give sleep to get sleep.

Trying to keep the blog exciting. Questioning whether or not Emilea will ever join. Questioning whether or not Emilea still exists.

Not to bore you, but I feel the need to talk about Sufjan Stevens s'more. Dear Sufjan, who makes me think when I'm at wit's end...who colors my cheeks and brings out my dimples, who plays in the background of my brightest moments. I count the days the great frontier forgiving face the seventh year.

Everything is going to be alright. Now, I need to talk about living independently. It's fantastic, may I say. Mom's always off. Dad's working in Tennessee. We won't talk about the other, but as weird and odd and abnormal as it is, I'm really enjoying myself. Except the times when I get scared all alone in my house, I'm living well. Enjoying life.
I'm going to talk about the fast too. (oh yes, a fast!) But I think I'm announcing it on facebook first. woo hoo.

Hope everyone is having a period of bele chere as well.
Wishing you well,
Emily

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